Book One Blood Novels & Stories

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun

The sun is shining. "Isn't she your girl?" Huh? Who? Me? My mind asked that because of confusion. “Yes. He is the one our schoolmates are talking about. They said they couldn't smell her blood so they didn't know if she is vampire blood or not," "Really?!" “Yes. And even if you smell the air, you won't smell anything from her except her perfume," "That's weird," "Bro, I didn't smell anything on her except her perfume," "Me too, I didn't smell her blood,"

I had barely opened the book to the first page before Damon reached across the table and plucked it from my hands. “Hey—” I reached for it. “Ah-ah.” He held the book out of reach, flipping through the pages. “Quiz first. Get it right, get a kiss.” My ears turned hot. “I need to study, not mess around.” “Yes, and I’m helping.” He found a passage and scanned it, one brow lifting. “Okay. There’s a hemostatic herb; it works on nearly everyone, stops bleeding. Except in a handful of rare blood conditions, where instead of clotting, it either boils the blood off entirely or turns it solid in the vein. Name it.”

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

I said coolly before turning and leaving without another word. But I could feel it, my throat tightening, the hunger clawing at me from within. It was time. Time for my next drink. Any other Bloodling would have already lost control by now, tearing into the nearest body until there was nothing left to drain. But my revulsion for these dogs and my relentless grip on control kept me from snapping. “Fuck,” I hissed under my breath as my vision wavered, the edges of the world blurring. I was straddling a knife’s edge, one step away from predator, one step away from prey.

Anyone who entered without permission would be killed without mercy upon being discovered. With the Ancestral Blood Master around, no one in the Callahan Family dared to intrude into the chamber. However, at this moment, Thea could not think about all of that. She headed straight to the library chamber, familiar with the path as she made her way to the top floor. There, she found a book emitting a blood-red light, which was the Blood Mantra. She took it with her and left to find James.

"I don’t want to hurt my friends. I think I have to stay away from them." "You had human blood yesterday to recover; that’s why you keep craving for more. Once the human blood you drank leaves your system, you will stop craving human blood." Damon explained. "But what if I hurt someone before the blood leaves my system and—" "Just keep yourself from being hungry by drinking animal blood, and you’d be fine." He placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "So can you stop being paranoid now?" She opened her mouth to respond, but her words died on her lips when Bryan suddenly appeared before them.

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

Everyone starts to attack as I drop down to my hands and knees. Blood started to spill from my mouth as I try to breathe. I watch the snow beneath me quickly turn red from the blood pouring from the hole in my chest. Unable to breathe, I look over the fighting as my body quickly grown weak from the blood loss. Seeing the vampire prince knocking the pack warriors around I try to get up, but fall down into the cold bloody snow, unable to hold my weak body up.

I pressed my back against the wall, my pulse thundering. Silence followed — heavy and fragile. Outside, voices shouted orders. Boots pounded along the dock. But no one came in. The light swept past the broken window once, twice… and then faded. We stayed like that — unmoving, listening — until the only sound left was the steady slap of waves against the pillars. I turned to him. “You’re losing too much blood.” He leaned back against the wall, breath ragged. “Not my first time.” “That’s supposed to make me feel better?”